When do we stop running in circles? And no, I'm not talking about the rat race metaphor, or any sort of metaphor at all. I mean very literally when do we stop running around in circles?
I watch my kids play and they just want to move. The other night we were stuck in a building that had a hall circling the entire thing. They spent the entire hour we were there running laps and laughing like it was the greatest thing ever.
Do you remember the last time you saw a circular hall and thought, "Awesome!! I can run in circles INFINITELY!" I saw the couches in the circular hall and thought, "Awesome!! I can sit down INFINITELY!" But I can remember a time when I, too, saw those circular halls and ran in endless circles. In fact, another child was doing the same thing going the opposite directions, and we'd laugh every time we passed. And then I vaguely remember a collision and waking up on the floor with some very concerned adults standing around me.
So maybe that's when I, personally, lost the joy of movement. Along with my consciousness. But really, I do wonder when that sheer elation with our little bodies and what they can do ends. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go run around in circles in my family room, because it's SO MUCH FUN!